I lay in bed, unable to sleep in fear I might wake my little angel. His soft words and cute little traditional views of gender make my heart soften for him. However as I'm lying in bed, all I can think about is that little minx's mouth around my nipples. I've been with numerous men before, but that was, by far, the most erotic encounter I have ever experienced. I am absolutely soaked through my panties, thinking about the innocent way he looked up at me and when it finally registered on his face he was truly the bottom in our relationship. It was priceless.
And yet I feel bad for the kid. Enough to let him have a full night of rest, maybe the only full night of rest he's going to get in my bed for the next couple of years. He just seems so lost. I can't believe he thinks I'm trying to turn him into a girl just because I'm more dominant than he is. Huff, Men. They're just so fragile. I stroke his soft, silky brown hair lovingly. The need to wake him up and make love to him all night is almost overpowering.
NO. I grab ahold of my sexually deviant wolf, not allowing her to mess with our little mates' sleep. We will take care of this on our own. I slowly move my mate's head to rest on the pillows under him and attempt to get out of bed silently. He grabs onto my arm, cuddling it to his face and saying mate under his breath. AWWE, he is just so cute! I didn't even know I liked cute. I have always had dominant men. Never more dominant than me because I'm not even sure if one exists. Mostly I've been with other alphas of neighboring packs. Never anything permanently though.
He is so different from them. He is so fragile that I want to take things slow and worship him the way he should be worshipped. I guess it might be a couple years until the dildos and nipple clamps come out again, but for him, I'm not even worried about it. He is perfect for me and completes me in every way. I sigh, content with my little mate. He's still holding my arm and whimpering, so I get back into bed with him, sexual frustration be damned. I scoot right back up behind him and pull his little butt into me. I fall asleep, my dreams full of little Trevor's face.
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Her Omega
WerewolfMy mouth flies open, a gasp leaving my lips. Where this beast of a wolf stood now stands a six foot, sexily toned woman with the most gorgeous silky black hair. Nothing compares to her face though. Her cheekbones stand high on her face, making her l...
